Incidental rendezvous, one night of lust
"Where are my pants and socks?"- Eyes covered with crust
We sleep the sleep of lovers, all the way to the midday heat
Our encounter burned a hole in the ozone, passion that can't be beat.
Your email the next week revealed anticipation anew
A longing for another meeting, another love potion and brew
Incidentally you mention that your feelings for me are truer than true
You love how we meld during our previous times together too few.
Independent lives, autonomous approaches
We move in different circles with rare boundary encroachments
But the news you had for me while on our following secret tryst
"I've got something to tell you... and it goes like this."
Accidental paternity is what you signed up for, who knew?
That our loving and caressing and times together too few
Would produce an offspring, a love child, a product of conception
Morning sickness, rounded belly, swollen ankles and nasal congestion.
Rewind that tape and review your logs
Add seven days then subtract three if you're fogged
For the stars had it all planned, while the planets aligned
Face your fate Mister Daddy-O, accept your part in this overt sign
Of our passion.
